› lyrics

‹ lyrics

Verse
Sunk our teeth in the grain, clear cut the galaxy
Into a million grains of sand to make the plan concrete
Born to terraform and supply the demand
Drain the river till it withers for a one night stand

Needy for graffiti when the walls look bleak
The scenery’s a fixture steel twig in the wreath
Warm inside the storm they flew a plane into sea
While were busy in the city its getting harder to breathe

Pre-Chorus
Have you found it yet
What you’re looking for
This is all there is
It’s all yours

Chorus
The rain falls, water rises deep
Let it wash all over me
Let it run down to the ocean
Pulled off the cliff by gravity

› idea and narrative

‹ idea and narrative

This week's topic was trees. Was struggling with ideation. Wanted to go for a chorus that was almost false bittersweet and bittersweet, happy where it shouldn't be. I was inspired by Dancing in the Moonlight and if you listen closely I ripped off the chours chords. Turns out the utopia presented by that song was actually fake in the mind of the author! I felt that vibe but only after making this learned the history.

› object writing

‹ object writing

Beeping and honking. Room to walk, but too many people to keep track of which affords a kind of anonymity. Big patches of shadows and sun from the towering buildings. A sense of smallness among them, having to crane your neck to look above. Various stretches of newness, construction in progress, and dilapidation. A smell of street food, trash, wet asphalt, A cool breeze funnels around. The snappy response of your shoe against a concrete sidewalk. Crosswalks beeping. Cars passing not too quickly. A general sense of bustle. Shades of gray, black, blue reflections glinting on glass. A rainbow of spattered colors and plumage on cars, people, and signs. Most things look like they’d be cold if you touched them unless they are sitting in a rare patch of glaring sun. A sense of vastness yet confinement. Despite all the moment everything feels oddly still against the vast scale of the surroundings.